Numbers
Yo Gotti, Belly
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I pull up in four door Bugattis Four wheel Ducatis Got at least two hoes beside me (ten) Threesomes like a hobby Addies made me zero in Two point nine, these five tsunamis Seven boppers in the lobby We the new illuminati All my bitches keep six In case twelve tryna find me Do the math, do the math 45's like the army I'm a pipe her like Rowdy Free Max, free Bobby Get Whoopty on the phone He'll know what to do with the body (death) Set Persiles on a little couch, 'til I put my mama in a real house Pills all in my little pocket, and they got me geeking like a meal house Too many fake waves It's a real drought I feel like eight days, with the AK earn the real clout F*ck your two cents You wouldn't even give me two cents when my pennies scuff Earned it all it was never luck Millionaire with the semi-tuck Now you wanna pull a Hemi up Just so you can come and drink the Henny up Fake shit, it was never love And really f*ck it if it ever was I pull up in four door Bugattis Four wheel Ducatis Got at least two hoes beside me (ten) Threesomes like a hobby Addies made me zero in Two point nine, these five tsunamis Seven boppers in the lobby We the new illuminati All my bitches keep six In case twelve tryna find me Do the math, do the math 45's like the army Doing numbers, doing numbers (add it up) Doing numbers, doing numbers (add it up) Doing numbers, doing numbers (add it up) Doing numbers, doing numbers (add it up) I just counted five million dollar cash All fives, tens, and twenties Got to know that that's the dope money Got to know I got the code, homie Drink, bring a chopper hit him up, aye Plank, play dead sit him up, aye Bricks on bricks, yeah we build it up Bitches act thirsty so we fill 'em up And I don't like the rap game (I don't love the rap game) Ain't none these niggas real as us (ain't none these niggas, none these niggas) Going back to the trap game (going back to the trap) Selling bricks out the Bentley truck (cocaine Bentley truck) Then I'ma hit 'em up I used to be a stick 'em up Black hoodie with the ski mask When you see me nigga get 'em up (pussy you know what it is) I'm a dopeboy 'cause I sold dope boy You ain't no plug 'cause you owe one boy You ain't cool with no Mexican, you don't know one boy If you say you got M's then show one boy Just bought the Patek the one with no ice Just knocked that bitch, the one with no lights And I used to get government assistance, food stamps no lights Doing numbers, doing numbers (add it up) Doing numbers, doing numbers (add it up) Doing numbers, doing numbers (add it up) Doing numbers, doing numbers (add it up)
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Written by: Ahmad Balshe, Guerby Francois, Mario Mims, Sami Hamed, Faris Al-Majed, Richard Munoz
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